The Bad Girl and The Good Boy

Turn On Time, Harris

Zo

He is just a friend. Just a friend. Friend-o equals Chase O. I mean he's nerd boy why am I even having a hard time dealing with this- Oh sweet baby Jesus my ovaries just died.

These are my thoughts as I stare at Chase from across the class. The last thought occurred when he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. I don't know why but that turned my insides into a goddamn river. Is that too much information? Eh, I don't give a fuck. I can't help that, that boy is fine and my body reacts as any bisexual woman with eyes would. And he never wears his glasses but he has today, and let me tell you, it is a sight for sore eyes. He's the only thing that makes this class bearable.

So here's the thing, I know I said nerd boy was average looking but after our little kissing lessons and my makeover on his outfit choices I have got to say. That boy is some serious eye candy. I mean I'm not gonna try to get with him or something, cause it is Chase after all, but I can definitely appreciate a fine male specimen when I see one...

Is it weird to want to lick his face?

Never mind that. Any ways...Oh yeah. Nerd boy is most definitely doing the opposite of helping me with my school work. I can never get anything done in this class because all I want to do is stare at those sexy eyes, and think about all the things I could do with that delicious-

"Ms. James?" I hear the teacher who's name I still haven't felt bothered to learn say, trying to gain my attention. Chase's eyes meet mine as he catches me staring. A normal girl would blush and look away bashfully, but I'm not exactly the normal type. I wink at him boldly while sticking my tongue to the side in a playful and sorta sexy way.

I see him blush and look away with a shy smile. God damn he is adorable. 

I don't pay attention again until I hear Mr. Whateverthefuck call Chase to the front of the room to do a demonstration. Chase walks up in his whole goofy-shy-but-also-kinda-out-going-ish way and crouch down to do as the teacher instructs. Chase makes a mistake and the class goes quiet as he says, "Shit!" He then looks away upsetedly having realized he cursed in class and our whole class begins to laugh. Mr. Tootle tells everyone to quiet down but I haven't noticed a thing.

This is the first time I have heard sweet innocent little nerd boy curse, and hot damn if it didn't turn me on. Oooof, is it hot in here? I bite my lip as I look at him and think about all the ways I want him to curse at me. 

I must be hormonal or something because it is not normal to be this horny over a curse word and a glasses adjustment...

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(smut warning)

"I have been craving this all fucking day..." I say as I drag Chase into his bedroom and slam the door shut. Chase flops down onto his bed and looks at me with surprised eyes. Even more to his surprise I begin to intensely kiss him as I straddle his groin.

"More kissing lessons?" Chase mumbles against my list.

I pull back and smile mischievously shaking my head no. "Today Mr. Harris we are going to be moving on a step. It's turn on time." I go back in to kiss him but Chase pulls back abruptly.

"What?" he exclaims looking scared and stressed out. "I have just had my first kiss and we're already moving on to- to- to that!" He motions with his hands, me still on his lap. It takes everything in me not to push him down and grind against him like I want to, knowing I need to take things slow for him.

"We're not having sex Chase!" I laugh, rubbing his arm reassuringly. I see him visibly relax a bit, still looking at me skeptically though. "Chase Harris, it is very important for you to know that 99% of turning a woman on has nothing to do with the actual act of sex."